[Verse 1: Swifty]
This the life of a rocker, Jagermeister and vodka
Hopping off at the club balcony into the crowd surfing
And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans
In my interviews, wearing hocky masks, left the journalists on their ass
I’m high off speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E
In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks
And it’s creepy all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ em out naked, and it's December
Niggas ask me why I did it but fuck it I can’t remember

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[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Them boys are wildin’, drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan
Little cockerspaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo
Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up
With a couple of sluts feeling nausious, drinking
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from fucking, when I bust there’s nothing left
Just Dozen, back on the stage, give me my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songsOur label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause
Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls
Last call, then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me